Look into the eyes of the child now
I tell you he is child no more
Fear is not rooted in imagination
He’s felt your heavy hand before
He’s felt your heavy hand before

Look into his heart and see it
The scars that cut so deeply there
He feels the pain the disappointment
Knowing he can’t be who you want him to be
He knows that he can’t be who you want him to be

Time can’t erase and you can’t escape
The things that you’ve done to your own
Time won’t take care or carry away
The demons that rage in his soul
Time won’t take care of the feeling inside
The emptiness he’s come to know

He’s just a child
Lost, little child
You beat him, you cut him, you hit him
And he’s just a child
You beat him, you cut him, you hit him
And he’s just a child

Oh, can’t you see what you’ve done now
You’ve driven his innocence far away
Chances are when he raises his own children
He’ll raise them up the very same way
He’ll raise them up the very same way.

Copyright 1995, Blanche Fury